Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Monday, May 22, 2006
I have been so wrong
I thought I recognized poison ivy. I was wrong. Go to this link and watch the slide show.
1 comment:
OH MY how will I ever know whats poison ivy and what isnt, they all look like every plant Ive ever seen!
Post a Comment